That Ordinary Mister is a War God

"My lord, the job I was asked to do is done."

"Thank you, Bal. Yes, for the price."

A man called Bal gets paid by a rice restaurant.

"Bal's a good year, too, and you haven't been doing all these day jobs, so find a better job."

As always, a good looking after stranger worries about him and tells his story.

"Ha ha, sorry to worry"

Bal responds with a loving laugh because he knows you're purely worried.

"It would be a year to think about marriage."

"There's no woman to come to my daughter-in-law in this depressing middle age."

When Bal masturbated, your grandmother said with her hands on her hips and sighs.

"It's not because of your appearance that you can't get married, it's probably because of your earnings. I'm sorry if I told you, but even my husband doesn't look like a big deal."

Bal laughs bitterly at the clarity of things.

You don't buy objections when you put it this way because of your character, for one thing.

In fact, Bal doesn't look like he's attracting women's interest, but he's not even as bad as they hate him at first sight.

I wasn't fit or still sloppy because I was taking my day job seriously.

"But there's nothing special about it..."

When Bal said it, Mr. Kaori flirted.

"If you don't sit back and learn something, and you get a job in your hand, it shouldn't be too late. You don't seem motivated."

"Ha, but I have no idea what to start with."

Bal puts his head on like he's in trouble.

"You got a lot going on. Whatever it is, you should have apprenticed to your husband."

Your husband is more persistent today than usual.

"Me, it's thirty-five now, so I'm going to start training cooks..."

"As a result of keeping saying that, it's still just a day job, isn't it? Is life okay?

Whispering Bal's statement along the way, your grandfather hears you stepped in.

"That's okay."

"You're an unclear man."

Her gaze became unnecessarily cute at his vague words.

"Hey, come on, man."

I can hear her husband coming from the store.

Luckily for him, Bal escapes.

"Oh, hey."

Your father tried to stop you, but Bal decided not to hear you.

(Ugh, man...... I was about triple as persistent today)

I know why.

Daily living is precarious and, if anything, there is a lot of danger that it will dry up all at once.

Here in Imperial Capital there is abundance and a lot of work, but there was no absolute coverage.

It would be natural to worry if you were kind.

Still, Bal doesn't want to stop his day job life.

His house is in what is called a second-class area, crude wooden construction.

It's time for a remodel, but I live there with a lot of patience on the condition that they keep my rent down.

Although his house once had a kitchen on it, it was customary for him to cook poorly and eat outside or take home the finished product.

"Bal? I appreciate you being such a good customer, but I can't wait to save up when you have to keep buying and eating, can I?

My father in the stall sells skewers, but worries about Bal.

"For once, I'm doing some things."

"Really?

I can't even begin to doubt my father's gaze.

Because if you know Bal's life, you're just the one who thinks it's stranger to have savings.

And my father knows more or less.

"Well, in case you cry to the Empire, can you handle it? His Majesty the Contemporary Emperor is a fine man."

"Honestly, I'm making it athe"

Bal answered backwards.

More than twenty years after his reign, the contemporary emperor has a reputation to the people for lightening taxes and generous coverage.

As long as he's alive, civilians won't be anxious about tomorrow's life.